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Poets of the Angels
Rainbow dancer

 

Feet sandaled with dreams
tread paths of vision leading
to wisdom's sharp peaks.

On a bridge spanning
earth's delights and heaven's tears
jeweled throats shine psalms.

Stars ink your fingers
with a lexicon of flame
blazing rare knowledge.

Hurricanes grow calm
for the pleasure of hearing
your souls' hidden rhymes.

You are the hybrids
of golden worlds and ages
splendidly conceived.

To accommodate
humanity's whims, gore floods
your cleanest pages.

In obedience
to eternity's beauty
prayers cloak your heart.

Your pain is a school
unto itself--and your joy
a lovely temple.

Syllables gathered
on the shores of your genius
sing moonbright wonders.

Yours is a language
of parables made classic
by love's sweet anguish.

The same hot lightning
that burns your blood with passion--
cools your fears with peace.

by Aberjhani

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deep inside perspective

Sorry for my delayed answer.

Your poem is a good one, twisting like an ode over this inner joy you've pointed here. A good use of language as well. What I like most is the suggestive visual effects you've put in a elegant shape all over the poem.

Best wishes,
Marius

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better late than never Marius

I'm glad you got a chance to stop by and enjoyed Poets of the Angels Marius. I'm looking forward to reading more of your own very rich lines.

Aberjhani
author of The American Poet Who Went Home Again
and Encyclopedia of the Harlem Renaissance (Facts on File)